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Click hereshes growing up
moving away
shes found her niche
and sad to say
its not in porn
nor witty banter
not even moving
wine decanters
their minds are what
shes aiming for
the little ones
the open doors
shell fill 'em up
with fantasies
with wizards and
with heresies
she'll look on shelves
behind the books
and search out all
the dusty nooks
for secret things
so rarely mentioned
her ideas different;
oft' contentioned
she'll fill their
empty brainys up
with a Lady Fair
on a Flying Pup
and teach them not
to use their head
but listen to
their heart instead
"Ahhh babies dear!
(their mom's will say)
Don't listen to
the old Crone, eh?
For what can she know
in her dotage?
all huddled in
her little cottage,
whispering
her spells and chants
not wearing any
underpants!"
the babies know
while on her lap
she taps her toes
and fingers snap
they gather 'round
to hear her tell
of the Goddess' place
in the old birch dell
and when she speaks
of manly honor
and winks at him
he's now a goner
but gently does she
smile at him
and in his heart
no longer grim
that what ever
rule he's broken
tales of chivalry
are spoken
with her magic
words for wands
she will forge
Forever Bonds
she will teach them
of the code
guide them down
the bumpy road
she will make
of each a Castle
never more to be
man's vassel
no more hedon-
istic searches
no more preachers
no more churches
let the little
babies hear of
tales of woe and
tales of merlove
tales of battles
tales of freedom
hear Seattles
words of Wisdom
nursery rhymes and
fairy tales
Aesop's Fables
ding dong dell
open up their
eyes with excess
tell them of the
Pony Express
and the deeds of
giant men who
carved a forest
formed a canoe
women who on
battlefields
never wavered
wouldn't yield
these are what
the babies dear
need to ponder
need to hear
this is what
will make them strong
these will teach them
right from wrong
their minds are what
shes aiming for
so dimming lights
and closing door
gathers round her
babies wide eyed
while the ghosties
gibber outside
takes her finger
stirs the stew
"Hey! Listen, kids,
have I told you..."
................!!!!
Very nice. We're a teaching family here, and this appeals to us a lot.